Bum-Boch, B'Bomb...

B'Bomb...

David Meldard and then Bunting.

Marenda doesn't know a thing.

Marebelle, Aron-SFarant, mountain stage, 175 kilometres.

Take it away, Peter, Kenor.

Chich-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-pb-b-b-b-b-b-bbbbbbbbch.

Right then, Pod time.

And Krikoski, judging by the look on his face, is going to do something he's never done before

and it's going to happen quite soon.

He's being applauded by Richard Kallipaz and in many ways this is a career award, isn't it,

going to Mihal Kiyakovsky here, who has been just such a servant for this team at the Tour

de France year after year, race after race after race.

And a rider of his ability should have picked up

so many individual stage honors and yet he's never been able to do it before.

Some unwarranted support at the side of the road

won't dent their enjoyment of this moment.

Two brothers in arms crossing the line together.

And a photo finish might be needed to separate them.

It looked to me like Mielkiewkowsky's wheel was just in front and he will.

He will finally.

Know what it's like to taste victory at the Tour de France.

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